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Nothing makes me happier than a rainy day.
You don't get much rain in California.
Shame.
I hate the heat. I hate the sticky humidity.
Give me cold and wet any day of the week.
The smell of freshly cut grass. The feeling of the sun's warm rays on my face. The crisp cool breeze rustling through my hair.
I miss home.
I hate it here.
I'm tired of being the dominant one. Just for once, I'd like to be taken care of. I'd like to be the one smothered with hugs and kisses and words of comfort. You think I'm strong? I'm not. I'm really not.
I'm tired of keeping these walls up. Whenever I see you, I want to do nothing more than push you up against the nearest possible surface and kiss the breath out of you. I want to run my fingers through your hair.
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